Chief Joseph - Poem by G.R. Gaus
Away you fled, eight hundred strong,
The wind, was in your song;
Two thousand behind, the chase was on,
The fires, were out by dawn.
Canada bound, may find some peace,
Far away, from the Calvary's;
Pursuit and battle never cease,
Once captured, there's no release.
Campaign went on, for many a day,
Thirteen hundred miles away;
Women and children, drifting astray,
Harsh conditions, began to weigh.
Freezing, starving, reaching for never,
Widely known, as a valiant endeavor;
The end came soon, surrender and sever,
'I will fight, no more, forever'.
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